I am a Flower,
fragile and pretty,
I smell sweet and gracious,
You are the one who picks the flowers,
but wait, you skipped me,
You left me here to wilt,
it worked.
You came back,
no, not to pick me,
but to stomp on me,
and rub me into the ground,
I am ruined inside and out.
I was a flower,
I used to be fragile and pretty,
but now, I'm no more than a wilted flower in the ground.
